FROM FAR FAR AWAY PLACES
no songs of satin and blue silk laces
the same heart races
rhythmic beating for surviving
it thumped there it thumps here
why it thumps is never clear
moon drowns here to be born there
as the sun awakens here
to A far away place from THE far away places
no names but familiar new faces
as a single thought gasps of air
and the lonesome road it traces
the living makes no magic anymore
the dead cant testify
IF LOVE WAS THE CRIME
i need the crucify
or dont ask anymore
seeking questions to todays folklore
to far away places
from far away places
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